Once, long ago, in a galaxy far away J and I bought a fridge-freezer. We rather liked it because it was different, being horizontally rather than vertically inclined – it was neat and it did the decent thing and fitted under the work surface. Being Red Dwarf fans we were also pleased that it didn’t have ‘SMEG’ stuck on the door!
our handy Zanussi DF 35/40 SS
When it was five years old it was packed into a shipping container and, just like us, set off for a new life in Turkey (Pussy the cat, J and I flew out forgoing the pleasures of a maritime passage). That was September 1997.
Now, some things, like people, are suited for warmer climes and some are not. Ten months into its new life, in the midst of the heat of August, the tiny, temperate zone compressor gave up the ghost and crossed over the great divide. We were sad to lose this handy little jobbie but, not yet au fait with the concept of getting things repaired, resigned to seeing it go. We were soon put straight by friend Mehmet who summoned the ‘buz dolabi’ (refrigerator) man.
Twenty minutes later he arrived, sussed what he needed, left and then reappeared with a new compressor and assorted tools and gas cylinders. Within about an hour the job was done. He left, refusing payment until he had returned the next day to check that all was well.
That compressor lasted two years – we called our man back. He quite reasonably pointed out that the design of the machine was not suited to Turkish heat and it needed a bigger compressor. He needed to order it specially from Izmir – two days later the part had been delivered and the job was finished and that compressor has been working ever since. Apart from springing a gas leak from all those tubes at the back, which was also repaired at the local saniye or works area, this twenty two year old bit of kit has worked tirelessly.
In order to assist with the heat generated by this ‘not suited for climate’ fridge-freezer the repair man fitted a little fan to blast air over the heat sink. I later knocked up a bracket and added a second. These fans work far harder than what should be expected of them and so need changing every few years – a simple enough DIY job for me. This time around I found that the plastic tray that sits on top of the compressor and holds the melt-water when the ‘thingy’ auto defrosts had crumbled into dust. This accounted for the pools of water we’ve been periodically mopping up the past few years (I know, I know!).
two new fans and a custom water tray – neat!
Anyway, J being a bright and practical soul produced a very attractive biscuit tin, circa 1997, and a few snips with the tin snips and a bit of bending with the pliers and ‘Hey, Presto!’ good as new . . well, almost! I’ve decided to keep the lid and turn it into a ‘feature’ to hang on the wall!
Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü
ps I still have the original receipt – how sad is that!
pps I also know that ‘Boger’ is spelt ‘Bodger’ – or the other way around! You may, or may not, know that a ‘Bodger’ is the old name for a chair-maker which I consider a rather skilful occupation undeserving of such denigration.
ppps J has just said that she thinks that you lot out there will think I’m passed my best (sell-by date) for putting up stuff like this which is very depressing!